Deep Moaning Blues

I was very lucky to approach her just in this nice position.

She had already undressed herself for the night, and she was bending over, not seeing my swift advance.

I grabbed her just like a bear, with both arms around her from behind, and lifted her onto the bed before she seemed to comprehend the situation.

I have experienced for a long time that those lightning attacks give me a short window of opportunity, to get them on their back with myself on top of them, before they understand what is about to happen, and sometimes mobilize resistance.

And I attacked her buck naked, as I always do when possible, to further add to the shock and awe effect.

I prefer having them bound, but I've also learned that a quick salvo of sperm inside their vaginas makes them some kinda docile. So I held her hands by the wrists, and pumped not even one salvo inside her, but I kept on on the same erection, giving her a second swift salvo.

A well proven tactics can never be used enough, and it worked this time too. My internal sperm worked like magic, and she laid there in surrender, while I handcuffed her hands spreadeagle to each bedpole. I also bound her legs spreadeagle, to deny her the choice of lifting her legs up in the frog position to ease the streching from the pounding I had planned for her. 

She had already began getting a little bit paler.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." I told her.

She looked up in my face, bewildered and confused.
I stared right back at her.

"Who owns your pussy now?" I asked

Then I was watching her last little molecule of defiance vanish from her soul, as I looked her deep into her eyes, all pride being replaced with despair and the blues. I love the blues. And I put on some music, yes blues, that I've brought with me for this longtime session.

I never gagged her, because I knew I would have her all alone, and any screams she cried out would not be heard by anyone other than the two of us. And a gagged mouth cannot be kisssed, and I wanted to kiss her. This gorgeous divorcee was just too good to be left alone in that house, and I would even taken my time in jail for having her, not that I would ever get caught, but I really still would find it worth it.

Mature women always get so baffled when you kiss them on their mouth.
They never expect that to happen, and when a deep kiss is combined with a finger up the ass while the pussy gets load after load with sperm, they almost every time starts to drool.

My catch was no exeption, she drooled too, but best of all she was a true moaner, even so a deep moaner.
Screamers have their charme, but nothing compares to the extacy of having a longtime session with a true moaner.

"mmmmmmggh - mmmmmmggh - mmmmmggh"

Her deep moaning voice was perfectly suited to the blues music, with that tone of shame and abandoned hope. And some shorter "uh-uh-uh" when she got her hickeys on the breasts. Yeah, those boobs was very good  for biting and sucking I can tell you, and words cannot describe the wellness I felt by just feeling her. Feeling all of her. Her bare skin. Her legs, her hips, her thighs, her belly, her breasts, kissing her, squeezing her, fucking her, filling her up, hopefully impregnating her.

I was only planning to put her to place when I first decided to have a go at her, but after this heavenly treat, I just couldn't let her go anymore. I'm not perfect after all. Thou I try. I changed my mind on letting her go afterwards, and abducted her to my rapecave instead. Making her one of my favourites.

I wonder if she did see this comming when she divorced her man? Probably not, but divorcees often are so very short sighted. Anyway she had it comming, bitchy as she was, and she sure got me cumming also, time and time again.

She'd make a good mattress, a good whore, and a good mother.
Even if she refused to do her womanly duties at first, that was how she ended up at last anyway.
Them deserving divorcees.

Karma?

She've learned a great deal about sperm and effect by now, giving birth multiple times.

My twelfth fuck and my second sexslave.

And she've learned a great deal about The Blues.







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How Shagman became Shagman - The True Story Behind The Legend

She got herself a surprisefuck in the parking garage.

The cunt had been punted, the belly was punched.

The mature bitch passed out, and the youthgang had their way with her.

Nothing complex, just the oldfashioned in-out in-out.

A classic powerquickie on a public place, shagging in great haste.

Suddenly some nervous kid shouted out that he heard a car was coming, and everyone ran away in panic, exept me who was still on top of her and inside her, pumping away. She was completely fainted, so I did not need any help holding her, and I completed the fuck with an internal salvo with my cum. I then took this photo of her, and intended to join my comrades, who was already fleeing the building, taking the stairs.

But I just could not take my eyes of her, lying there so sexy.

That oozing sperm, that ginger bush.

That bare thighs, that bare legs.

Even when she was unconscious, she strutted those boobs.

Her entire body and soul was a great insult to my feelings of both right and justice, and I just could not follow my better judgement and run away. I just could not leave her. Not just like that.

"We're not done yet!" I said, and mounted her again.

"You wont get away so easy, you cockteasing bitch!"

Her cunt was like a quagmire from all that sperm and fucking, and it started to give away those farting sounds, as I pumped her once again. I did not care anymore if someone came around now, I just could not resist the urge to give her another load, no matter the cost.

"Silence woman!" I yelled.

In retrospect I see the irrational about shouting at a unconscious female, but I just hate them being heard, even the fuckingsounds, and I feel it as a personal insult to me.

"Yeeeeeah! Take THAT - you filthy slag!" I triumphed, as my load just exploded inside her cunt, probably shooting my sperm right up into her uterus. I firmly believe that some sperm even came out her mouth from that mighty salvo, but them more sceptical fellows, may say it was probably her drooling.

Anyway I realized, lying there happy on top of her, that nobody actually was coming, it was just the two of us and no other present at the garage. My comrades had abandoned me, so I felt no obligation to contact them, and I discovered that she had a car key.

I stripped her, and laid her nude into the trunk of her own car.
Her cloth and stuff I laid in the frontseat beside me, and I drove off the parking garage with all my loot and booty.

I could already then sense that this was the start of something good.
As I drove her fancy car, I threw her cloth and shoes out the window.

"You wont be needing that." I whispered.

"Not anymore."

I found her adress written down, and a remote controll for a cargate, yeah, the woman was probably stinking rich too. I just hoped she lived alone, and as it turned out, she really did.

I found it out much later, when I got to better know her, but she was a former prostitute.
She had married herself rich, and then divorced the man, and since that lived all by herself in a gated property, with no immediate neighbours. The property did not have any alarm, but it had a solid wall with electrical barbed wire on top of it. I could not have been luckier.

All I had ever wanted was a fancy car, a house of my own, a giant bed, and a sexy broad bound into it.
A moment ago I had nothing of it, and now I suddenly got it all. And to my own surprise, there was no interference to my new life. The divorcee had practically isolated herself, and nobody ever contacted her, or asked for her. It was all just like winning the lottery, bigtime.

This place became my very first rapecave.

She became my eleventh fuck, and my very first sexslave.

My first and still my best.

Once a whore.

Always a whore.

She also believed she was beyond her childbearing age.

I proved her wrong.

I firmly believe that those females who dont become pregnant when fucked, just do so out of pure defiance, and that they all should all be fisted if they dare doing such stunts like that.

I had to fist her both vaginally and anally, yeah, I even had to doublefist her vaginally.

But at last she surrendered her uterus, and even prayed crying to God for making a new life growing inside her.

I just love knocking up grannies, it's the ultimate victory and conquest for me, and the ultimate surrender and submission for them.

For the rest of my life I never had to sleep on a mattress alone.

Every night I have Granny, nude and bound spreadeagle under me, or some other broad.

I sleep on top of them, with my cock plugging them, so the sperm stays inside them.

If I wake up at night, because the broad moves or moan for example, I fuck her again, and fucking her is the last thing I do before I sleep, and the first thing I do when I wake up.

And I have put Granny's money to good use.

The mighty Shagman would never have been a reality, had it not been for that granny fortune.

I have my shagmobiles, my shagcaves, and even my shagsuits, all because of her.

She became a late bloomer.

She was a worthless and wicked whore for almost her entire life, but finally she became a force for good.

In many ways I was born by her.

Shagman arised on top of her.

I was only a little boy.

She made me a man.

A real man.

Shagman.






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Granny got sperminated

We all know a sexy slag.

Something between late 40s and early 70s

She firmly believes she aint desirable anymore.

But she is.

Who's the oldest slag to be knocked up during a powerquicky?

Well this ginger one got herself a bigtime surprise in the parking garage.

A cuntpunt, a bellypunch, and free for fucking, down and out.

How can any male resist the urge to mount her and fuck her?

The entire gang did so.

Suddenly someone said someone was coming, and we ran away.

She laid on her back, oozing out spunk, flashing her legs and her boobs.

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